August 11, 1968.  Fort Bragg, North Carolina.


Dearest Rita,

Boy, you wouldn’t believe this place.  All the guys I knew in Eustice are here, and boy is it crowded.  Guys from all over are here in a three-story barracks and they’ve got guys sleeping on the floor and on the couches and pool tables in the day room.  And it’s hard telling how long we’ll be stuck here.

I haven’t even signed in yet.  I could have waited until today to leave, as nobody even knows I’m here yet except the guys I know.  Won’t be here officially until tomorrow.

Remember my orders read 248th Av. Co?  There ain’t no such animal.  We are going to form an Aviation Battalion for the 82nd airborne.  From the looks of things now we’re going to be here for quite awhile.  I just hope they tell us for sure, but I doubt if they will.

The facilities around here are pretty good.  Last night Clay and I went to the E4 – E9 club.  Managed to get feeling pretty good on whiskey sours, but then I started thinking about you and got depressed.  That’s what always happens when I drink, so I don’t think I’ll be doing too much of that.

I’m going to finish this tomorrow Honey.  Goodnight, and I love you!

Monday evening now.  Didn’t do much but sit around most the day.  Late this afternoon we moved to another barracks.  Sometime next week we’ll move again.  Seems like no one knows where the hell we’re supposed to go yet, or else they don’t want us.  If that’s the case they can send me home for a while.  I wouldn’t kick.

We don’t have any idea what our address is yet, and probably won’t until next week.  Sure wish I could send you one.  I miss you already and would sure like to hear from you.  You can bet I’ll send it to you as soon as I know, so have a letter ready, okay?

How’s Dutchess getting along?  I imagine by the time I’m home she’ll be nearly grown and won’t remember me.  You’ll have to tell me about her fancy house with a fancy windows and all when you get it.

I’m going to cut this short and write mom and dad.  I’ll write again as soon as possible.  Remember how much I love you and need you, and I’ll add these in the last two weeks to the wonderful memories I already have.  I love you, Rita.

Always,

Jeff


Bonus picture!  This is Dutchess.  Mom and dad picked her out early in their relationship, and I vaguely remember her from when I was very young.  We’ll be seeing more of her in the future.

Puppy Dutchess

Puppy Dutchess

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